I WOULDN’T KNOW
Sama Ayaad
I’m sorry
I’m sorry that I judge you without even knowing you.
It’s just that my mind runs on the fuel in my body
And I’m constantly psychoanalyzing and it’s horrifying but satisfying and gratifying
That I’m always classifying
I’m sorry
I can’t help but apologize
I’m sorry that I’m judging you
I’m sorry for the class I put you into
I’m sorry that the chances I give are few
I’m sorry that I’m not normal like you
You don’t deserve this
Because I’m sure that you are not what I assumed you are
You are incredible
Unforgettable
And professional
You are magnificent
Different
Significant
Brilliant
Oh, you are many things that I wouldn’t know
But yet, I still took the time to judge you
To even think I was above you
I’m sorry that I didn’t see that the authenticity in you was true
I let the people that are meaningless to me, define you
Which defined me.
PRIDE SONNET
Sama Ayaad
The apartheid wall—it separates us all.
Kicked out of our home, no place to go.
They try to make us hide. They try to make us fall.
Our own weapons are just the rocks we throw.
Innocent civilians have been dying.
Innocent men imprisoned for no damn reason.
Mothers watch their kids die while crying,
Our people left us. What is this treason?
The beauty of our country is fading.
But our people will never lose desire.
Why is it that nobody is aiding?
This terrorism, this oppression, this fire?
You can steal everything but not our pride.
We will hammer through to the other side.
SHOUT 